Wesley Central High School - Memories Yearbook (Fillmore, Saskatchewan Canada)

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MR. URBAN Thank goodness thejf ' re gone I MONDAY MORNING REVERIE Our teachers have a theory That we corre to school to rest, When our weekends make us weary; It makes me so aepressed. So I beat the bell to classes, Fold my hands within my lap. Close my eyes behind m.y glasses, Just to take a little nap. Our teachers all are noisy To a horrible degree. They tell me to be silent When they ' re talking; more than me I But ' spite of all their drawbacks I really am improving, I do such loads of homework. To finish up my schooling. MR. CARIGNAN Caution 1 You never know what comes in plain packages 1 1 MRS. BLOHM I saw that I MISS KLASSEN 30 — 30(;4--Who ' ll give me 35! ? CHEi ' vaSTRY Sing a song of sulphide, A beaker full of lime, Four and twenty test tubes, Breaking all the time. When the top is lifted. The fumes begin to reek — Isn ' t that an awful mess To go through every week? MR. HANCOCK Telephone? Me? MR. KHALADKAR What is this?

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Lunch. Shoes for sale ! RAYBE I ' Twas the night before That dreadful exam, And into rny head Must everything cram. So with books piled high And papers near, That dreadful test I began to fear. But before I start I really should Get some cookies and cakes To make things good. A pillow or two And an easy chair, ThC ' t ' s all one needs, To get marks fair. The clock creeps round, ' tis now past nine. Just to get started. And all will be fine. But there is the radio Locking so aead, Wny not get some music Before more is said. Now slump down into my chair And gaze far into space, Ana wonaer how that exam. I ' ll ever face. The class pins I ' ve dream.ed of Sprout wings so fast. But I hope that in the future I can boast that I passed. I pick up a book In one lone, last attack. And come to the conclusion That it ' s brains that I lack. So into the corner All books I now chuck. And hope that I pass By some streak of luck. 3:30 at last ' . Ow t ' . ' . Happy Birthaay Ed. Our Custodian. It won ' t hurt ' . M